<em>     We were</em> <em>deeply</em> in love. One day she ended it. She was a good <em>for me</em> and <em>we spoke </em>everyday <em>about anything. </em>Now I miss her. I miss <em>her kisses and the way she said "</em>I love you." I miss <em>being</em> happy.

     Nothing <em>lasts</em> forever, <em>and</em> <em>everything</em> is changing. The world is changing, and love <em>is changing </em>too. <em>Most</em> people <em>do not even think about</em> love anymore. Now people think <em>about</em> <em>adventures and </em>moments <em>that they can share with their social network.</em> One day I hope to wake up and see that love is important <em>again. </em>Maybe one day she will come back <em>to me. </em>

<em>     Esto es bueno. Me gusta la forma en que atado su experiencia con el estado de los medios social. Sigue escribiendo.</em>